One fear I have is freedom. The other is shackles.
Clearly and considerably, the bonds by their very nature
award my future with a blueprint of the past
The nervous laughter to temper the sharpness
The rage I’ve stored away for later
The longing so screamingly familiar
A predictable cage where acceptance costs me my name
as audacity continues to fade away like a heart growing far too weary
to thump against the ribcage
Oh, but to be unrestrained
How rich is the daydream of such adventure
Rich and dangerous
Liberty affords me as many impossibilities
as it does grant what is possible
The agoraphobia is a flutter in my chest
that chases me until I curl up on the floor,
undecided as to whether I should hold my breath to slow the terror down,
or work up a cowering lather until the rapid beat halts from its own exhaustion
To just end this limbo could end the torment
This in-between of prison and freedom
This wilderness
But then, I’d be succumbing to one of my fears
I choose not to choose
I choose oblivion
